Blue skies, grey clouds
All things indeed must pass
Be mindful of your time
Who knows how long it lasts
Walk slowly in the sunshine
There’s so much not to miss
The Buddha whispers softly
Our lives are filled with bliss
Accept all that is given
The good, and yes the bad
Speak with the best intention
Look kindly on the sad
The Dalai Lama smiles
Giggles a bit as well
He holds within, the answer
Think peace when all is hell